Author's Note: Ah, so good to be back. And with a BANG, too. Not really anything special, just a kick-ass fight scene and Caleb's first discovery leading to the epic conclusion to The Truth of Reach, not just about Jorge and Jun, but a super climactic end to this story! Please leave a review, as I absolutely LOVE reading my fans' feedback. It also helps me feel better about my work. I am Duuuuuuuuudeeeee. That's all you need to know. ;-) Oh, and Merry Christmas!
Blood dripped from Caleb's side. Actually, it poured from his side. Like a small waterfall.
Caleb looked at his opposition. An Elite General, accompanied by a duo of Elite Officers. All carrying Energy Swords. And Needlers. He checked his vitals: Shields down, vitals low. And if he didn't stop the blood flow coming out of his sword wound, he would have no vitals within a minute.
He didn't have any biofoam, and he didn't think anything in his trauma kit would stop a blood fountain.
He could only fight and deny the advancing Covenant squadron their leadership.
He had to try his damnedest...
And kill the General.
"You demons claim to be so strong... Heresy does not show strength. Only the Sangheili tread the blessed path, and we will not allow the vermin of your species to desecrate the path. You shall die." The General said, slowly walking towards his downed and dying target.
Caleb laughed, masking his pain.
"You do realize that in the end, we all die, right? You monsters aren't saints, especially not for killing as much of the human race as you have. You tear innocent planets to shreds just because you claim that they aren't 'worthy'. You even kill your own brothers for minor disgraces. You're murderers. You bitches are gonna die too... You're never gonna win."
The General roared angrily, picking Caleb up by the collarbone.
"You are filth. We are going to kill you, then kill all of your brothers, and then glass your worthless home and terminate every last living piece of scum that you let live." It growled, punching Caleb in the stomach. He coughed up some blood.
And still managed to reply.
"Go to hell."
Caleb got a glimpse of a large figure walking towards them, over the small dune behind the enemy leader. As the Elite brought back its sword in an attempt to kill, Caleb saw that the figure had a very familiar look to it, although it wasn't entirely clear. Another thing came up, too: Caleb's bleeding stab wound had stopped, well, bleeding.
He was going to die.
One of the Elite Officers turned around to look at the strange figure coming towards them.
"Another Demon!"
"WHAT? I thought we cleansed this planet of all but one of the Demons." The General said angrily, dropping Caleb and turning around.
Caleb looked at the stranger approaching them. A SPARTAN? Noble Team was the only group of SPARTANs deployed on Reach, and they were dead. Well, all of them but Caleb. Although, Jun was never confirmed. But this one was much bigger than Jun.
And as his image became less shadowed, it became instantly recognizable as to who he was.
Jorge.
He hefted his machine gun and fired, mowing down the Elites in an instant. Their bodies were torn to shreds and blood was everywhere, including Caleb's visor. He took off his helmet and looked at Jorge, his eyes widening with ultimate surprise.
"You need to stop getting into situations like that, Six. You're going to get ripped apart if you don't stop." Jorge said, laughing to the slightest extent.
Author's Note: I realize I may be writing short chapters, but It's not like I'm gonna spend another hour writing just because I wrote a short chapter. I am Duuuuuuuuudeeeee. Hear me roar.